Each day is unique, A path of the Earth, That is never to be repeated, From our birth, Each day has its own blend

I love to wear pretty pink panties, Under my dress, The fact that I’m a man underneat… Could be anyone’s guess;

My imagination is the canvass, The world-my paints, Language-my brush, Words & ideas-the strokes.

We are born Not for ourselves But for each other, Brother for sister, Daughter for father,

God is perfect Religions are not, Humanities effort To reach heaven Is frought with imperfections,

At our lowest point Of turmoil & despair We reach for Heaven When we dare To let go...

I wrap myself in a warm, wool blan… On a wet, cold winter’s day, The isolation itself is a warm, so… Soft & consoling, Warming my weary bones

Seek God the Lord Not from without But from within, The Temple Holy of Holies Resides in you,

A sea of people I see, I look inside myself, I am one of them, There is no difference, No separation at the seams,

Human beings are fickle, Sometimes we want ice-cream, Sometimes a pickle, At times in winter we are cold, In summer hot,

To love God Is to desire Him, This is the source Of my pleasure, I no longer seek

“Willie’s in the corner!” My mother lets me know, Willie wants to get out, Or so he thinks so, “Willie don’t bite the curtains”

Suffering can be an opportunity To become closer To God, A break-away to a holy score, Where tragedy only is seen after a… The knocking of God is happening…

Turn off the tap, Mind thoughts feelings No more in rapt I feel myself reeling No longer is it noise or real,

The years pass him bye Like the warinessof Father’s All-seeing eye, Like logs so tacitly tossed into t… Chronus is keeping track we aspire…